Beauty's Supreme Expert

C300 A Helper Came along



C300 A Helper Came along

0The suffocating feeling rose again, and the beer belly trembled in fear, "I will take out their contract now."    
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"Tsk tsk, if I only take it now, won't it be too late?"    

    

With a sharp gaze, Lin Fann stared at his beer belly and ridiculed, "I've given you a chance, but you don't treasure it."    

    

As soon as he said that, the strength that gripped the beer belly increased.    

    

The taste of death welled up in his heart, and he was unable to resist the urge to wet his crotch.    

    

A urine smell spread out, making Lin Fann frown.    

    

"He's already such a big person, why is he so afraid of death?"    

    

Lin Fann threw the beer belly out with one hand and said mockingly, "I'll give you two minutes, hurry up and bring the contract over."    

    

Whew ~ Whew ~ ~    

    

He was panting heavily, and his beer belly couldn't care less about peeing out of fear. He quickly took out his phone and made a call.    

    

This brat was too good at fighting. Even with so many security guards, he still wasn't a match for him.    

    

Since that was the case, then let the experts in the clubhouse come out. The beer belly believed that as long as that expert came out, he would definitely be able to kill Lin Fann.    

    

"Lin Fann, could there be some sort of trap here?"    

    

Seeing that his beer belly had a face full of pride after the call, Liu Yue asked: "I guess he didn't send people to get the contract, but to get helpers."    

    

"I've already thought about this. The reason why I let him go is so that he can find helpers."    

    

Nodding his head, Lin Fann scoffed, "This kind of thing needs to be settled once and for all. We have to completely rely on him, or else he will definitely do something else."    

    

Seeing that two minutes were almost up, the beer belly's heart also started to beat up with Lin Fann who walked over.    

    

Damn it, why isn't he here yet?    

    

"Two minutes are up, I've already given you time to call for reinforcements."    

    

Lin Fann reached out his hand to grab the beer belly by the neck and said, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't grab it."    

    

With that, Lin Fann punched into the belly of the beer belly, "There's so much fat, you won't feel any pain even if I hit you a few more times, right?"    

    

"Pain …" "So painful …"    

    

Although he was protected by fat, Lin Fann's fist was so powerful that how could his tiny bit of fat withstand it?    

    

I advise you to stop.    

    

At this time, a cold voice sounded out. A man with a flat head dressed in a Chinese tunic suit walked out.    

    

Staring coldly at Lin Fann, Zhang Dong's voice was full of gloom, "Firearms have no eyes, if you don't want to make a hole in your head."    

    

"Your helper has finally come. It's not a waste of waiting for so long."    

    

After shaking off the beer belly in his hand, Lin Fann turned around and looked at the man: "His steps are steady and his movements are experienced. It seems like he's an expert?"    

    

Zhang Dong muttered in his heart as he stared at Lin Fann.    

    

He had a gun in his hand, but the kid wasn't scared at all. On the contrary, he had an excited expression on his face.    

    

Finally, he was able to breathe from the beer belly. He quickly ran to Zhang Dong's side: "Zhang Dong, stop talking nonsense, just jump him directly with one shot."    

    

With Zhang Dong and his gun, even if that kid had three heads and six arms, he would still die.    

    

"I'm not your subordinate, I won't listen to your orders."    

    

Hearing the commanding tone of the beer belly, Zhang Dong swore: "If you dare to talk to me like that again, I'll be the first to jump at you."    

    

"Hur hur, hur hur hur."    

    

He was so scared that he quickly smiled, then said coyly, "I was wrong, I was wrong. Zhang Dong, you can do whatever you want."    

    

Wasn't it just some f * cking martial arts training? It was so f * cking similar to a two hundred and fifty martial arts training.    

    

He cursed in his heart, but the beer belly was very cooperative. "This kid messed up and beat up our people. We can't let him go."    

    


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